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 Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2007 9:25 am
 This Journal belongs to Maetria/Simon(rp) and his pet Isinai.
Only Maetria is allowed to post in this Journal, please don't post without permission.
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Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2007 9:31 am
Pet statistics
Name: Isinai
Type: Spirit of Death
Stage: Orb
Gender: Unknown
Likes:
Dislikes:
Friends:
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Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2007 2:25 pm
Owner Statistics
Name:Maetria
Gender: Female
Pet(s): Nirok, Isinai
Likes: black, long hair, vampire roleplays, random people, Rock Music aubergine!
Dislikes: rudeness, the cold, pop music
Personality: none
RP Owner Statistics
Name: Simon
Gender: Male
Pet(s): Isinai
Likes: Computers, Science fiction, Vampires, pointless Cybergoth bling
Dislikes: being alone, being bossed around, being judged on his appearence
History: Currently studying computer sciences at a rather mediocre gaian university. Doesn't like to talk all that much about his family. Has friends outside the university but doesn't really know anyone there.
Appearance: Tall and skinny, words such as lanky might spring to mind, his height makes him feel kind of awkward sometimes but he actually has surprising grace. He has dark almost black hair that reaches just below his shoulders but is not at all straight, it curves round his head in a mane like fashion and sometimes even appears to want to stand straight up. His eyes are a soft, golden brown brown, a little like a wolves. He tends to wear black jeans and a t shirt, often depicting this or that band. He also has a black trenchcoat but it is getting a little tatterred around the edges and has lost at least one button.
Personality: Simon is a sweet guy, he always wants to help people if he can. He is also an enourmous geek, well you could have guessed that from the degree course. He spends his free time reading or playing computer games although he is sometimes found in the pub with old school friends. His default state seems to be one of mild bemusement but he is fairly laid back, if things confuse him he just waits patiently until someone explains.
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Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2007 2:26 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 10, 2007 2:33 pm
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2007 10:48 am
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Posted: Wed Apr 11, 2007 10:50 am
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Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2007 2:37 am
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Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2007 3:03 am
Day One
Simon was sitting on his bed busily typing on his laptop. He was trying to write some code for his new website. It wasn't doinf quite what he wanted it to and he was having trouble figuring out where he had gone wrong. Sighing he stopped. When you got stuck like this it wasn't worth just ploughing on. Outside it was a lovely sunny day. He wished he was out doing something. It wasn't as if he didn't know people, he met a variety of friends regularly to go to the pub. But none of them were at the university and so during the day he was mostly alone. It would be nice if he knew someone else here.
At that moment there was a knock on the door. When simon opened it there was no sign of anyone, all there was was a small wooden box with a note attached. It read;
A gift from the Goblin King. A wish fulfilled.
Simon stared at it for a while. It was cryptic and surprisingly short. What kind of joke was this? The Goblin King? It did sound suspiciously like something one of his mad friends might say. If he opened this box would something blow up or spring out? Well only one way to find out. He carefully lifted the lid keeping his face well clear.
It was a bit of an anticlimax to find that all it contained was an oversized black marble.
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Posted: Fri Apr 13, 2007 3:16 am
Day two
Simon placed the marble, in its box, on his desk. Despite it being a failry pointless gift from who knew who it was rather pretty, in a strange way. Looking more closely he realised that it wasn't entirely black but rather very dark blue shading to black at the centre with some sort of strange pattern in the very centre. The orb also seemed... odd. Almost as if it was listening. It seemed to have a quality of silence about it. He felt compelled to turn on music or talk to it, anything to dispell the heavy silence.
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2007 11:52 am
Day Three
Being unable to figure out why someone might have sent him the marble, and also slightly unnerved by it's stony silence which seemed somehow eerie. (It had occured to him that marbles were naturally silent and yet it somehow seemed as though this marble was special and shouldn't be so absolutely silent.) So he decided to try to explain python code and how to use it to it. If nothing else, he thought, it would help him to remember.
The orb seemed to be listening, taking in what he was saying, but he couldn't tell if it was understanding him. Finally bored by talking about code for so long a time but still desperate not to let the thing's silence win he hit upon another idea. Taking a book off his shelves he began to read. He only had science fiction and a little fantasy but mostly sci fi. The book he had picked was your typical dystopian adventure, a story of a struggle against a corrupt system set against a backdrop of mad futuristic technology. Again the orb seemed to listen intently.
When Simon finally went to bed the silence of the orb seemed less... intense. He didn't really know what to make of this but he moved the orb's box slightly closer to his bed.
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2007 9:40 am
Day Four
Simon was by now truly puzzled by the little coloured piece of glass. It was definitely listening to him. Which of course was nonsense. He prided himself on being relatively logical. A glass ball couldn't listen. Yet this one really was. It even seemed to respond, well perhaps respond was a bit of a strong word. It seemed to have different levels of silence. If he left it in his room when he went to lectures he would come back to an extremely fierce, almost angry, silence. Whereas if he sat it next to him whilst he worked and had some music on the silence became quite contented.
It seemed least angry when he played the darker goth metal. He found himself wondering whether it approved of the melody more or the words. Then he felt foolish for thinking of a glass orb as having thoughts. It was just an inanimate object. Perhaps it contained some sort of computer chip so that it responded to company happily. But that wasn't quite right because surely if you were going to create something like that happiness would be more... well... audible. Like one of those furbies, really annoyingly audible. Why would anyone make something that needed looking after but only gave a response of slightly less silent silence to being well treated. He was at a loss but growing fond of the odd thing despite himself.
He had told some of his friends from his old school about it. Some of them had thought it was cool. Others had said he was imagining it. Some had even come round to see it and offer an opinion. So far no one was any less perplexed than he was.
He sat at his desk pondering this whilst doing a particularly mind numbing piece of work. His left hand occaisionally stroked the orb which was sat next to him in its box giving him the contented silence.
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Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2007 5:37 am
Day Five
Simon had begun to take his orb to lectures with him. He wasn't sure why but he felt somehow bad if he left it alone. Certainly on the occaisions he had been out for more than half an hour without it he had come back to a colder than usual silence.
But tonight he was going out with some friends from sixth form. There was a club in town where they had alternating goth and rock nights once a week. There was always good music and it was a small club so he frequently knew most of the people in it. However he wasn't sure what he should do about the orb. He knew it would be unhappy (even as he thought it he mentally berated himself for thinking of a piece of glass in such human terms) if he left it for so long yet in a club anything could happen, supposing it got stolen or broken? He wouldn't be able to enjoy the usual mad dancing and headbanging for worrying about a silly orb.
He eventually decided quite definitely that it could stay at home. There was no reason to treat it like a pet. And even a pet would have to stay home if it's owner chose to go out some of the time.
The orb just sat there in silence
"I can't take you everywhere you know!"
More silence
"You wouldn't enjoy it. It's loud and crowded."
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"No I made my decision and you are not coming!"
Simon met up with his friends about half an hour later. The smugly silent orb nestled in his pocket.
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Posted: Thu May 03, 2007 5:42 am
Day Six
In all it had been a good night out. The orb had been a talking point. Although a number of people had asked where he had got it from and how they could get one. He had felt it best not to tell them it appeared with a note reading "from the goblin king", it wasn't very believable. It had happened to him and he still wasn't sure he believed it.
Still he had danced, or more accurately stomped, to a number of his favourite songs. Sometimes waving the orb in curves and circles before him and watching its colours swirl, sometimes keeping it safely in his pocket. Some of his friends asked if they could dance with it but he felt oddly reluctant for some reason. He laughed at himself inwardly for treating this object like a pet. But it couldn't be denied that there was something special about it. It seemed so much more than just an object.
Now he was home, lying in bed, the orb in its box beside his pillow. The morning light was creeping through the gap between his curtains and reminding him that soon he would have to get up. He yawned and rolled over on to his side and lay staring at the orb for a while. The colours in it seemed to move and swirl like a mist but the strange symbol at the centre stayed perfectly still. He was just losing himself in the dark colours and movement, almost going into some sort of trance, feeling like he was very close to understanding something important, when his radio alarm went off. With a sigh he threw off the bed clothes and began the task of getting ready for lectures.
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2007 11:51 am
Day Seven
Simon had so far been quite content to carry on with life bringing the orb with him and quite ready to accept its seeming awareness. But he had had it for several days now and was no closer to discovering what it was or why he had it than he had been before. He felt strongly that it was something more than a mere ball of glass. It wasn't simply an inanimate object and it almost seemed to be waiting for something to happen.
Despite a somewhat sullen silence that day Simon had resisted taking the orb to lectures. He returned home just as it was getting dark having had tutorials and spent most of his day working in the library.
It therefore came as a bit of a shock to him to return to find a young girl seated on his bed with her back to him holding what appeared to be a large and ornate agricultural implement. He was about to deamnd to know why she was in his room when she turned to him. He couldn't see her eyes but he had the strangest feeling that he knew her. There was something ahuntingly familiar about her. He was momentarily horrified as he realised that she had no legs, her abdomen split into a multitude of trailing ribbons that circled round an.... an orb.
Suddenly it all came together. This is what they had been waitng for. His orb had... hatched? No that wasn't quite the right word for the orb was still intact but the creature was somehow outside of it.
She stood up, if stood was the word, and stared at him. Her eyes were still hidden by the cowl of the robe she wore but he felt as if she were reading him like a book. Looking straight into his heart and soul. It was, to say the least, a little unnerving. A word seemed to slide into his head.
He held out a hand
"Isinai?"
She nodded once and moved towards him, placing her delicate hand in his. Her fingers were long and slender and also cold to touch but the gesture had warmth in it.
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